A gentleman is omnipotent [Quick Transmigration]

The two big men were strolling around in the street, the visual impact was really extraordinary, it's not that Fang Muan didn't want to break free, but several efforts ended in failure.

Wenxuan acted nonchalantly from the beginning to the end, he almost didn't even look at Fang Mu'an, but his movements of holding hands were extremely natural.

Fang Mu'an finally understood why Song Luo was so opposed to being arrested before, and it was indeed not a pleasant feeling to be watched by others along the way.

Song Luo gloated and watched the excitement the whole time, and snorted at Fang Mu'an from time to time.

After walking past the crowded place, Wen Xuan loosened Fang Mu'an's hand unobtrusively.

Fang Mu'an was soaked through, and his face was very red. When he recovered a little bit of reason, he realized that he seemed to have come to an extraordinary place.

Ever since he walked into the street, he felt that something was wrong. This street is much more colorful than other streets and alleys. There are a few beauties standing in front of the buildings and waving to welcome visitors. Flower boats, near and far, are filled with the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras overlapping.

Could this be the ancient red light district?

Fang Mu'an was inexplicably excited, did the two have conscience and brought him to the brothel?

He has never seen a woman since he came to do the task, and he has been around the two elders around him all day long. Fang Muan now doesn't mind taking advantage of his official business, and he also corrects his three views by the way. If something happens to them, it's good to be seductive, and it's also good to talk about it.

At least it proves that he is still a normal man.

Recently, he was teased by Wenxuan, which is very abnormal.

While speaking, Wen Xuan had already brought them to an elegant building without a signboard, and made a gesture of "please first" to Song Luo.

Song Luo glanced at Wenxuan, then at Fang Muan, took a deep breath and walked in.

Fang Muan followed Song Luo into the door, and asked Wenxuan, "Why is there no word on the signboard at the door?"

Wenxuan laughed and said, "Nanfeng Hall usually only puts a signboard without words at the door."

The three words "Nanfeng Pavilion" sounded so bad.

The ominous premonition soon came true, and Fang Muan was stunned by the lightning strike the next second.

This isn't a gym, it's clearly a men's gym, some of the beauties who came out to welcome the guests had pretty faces, some were gorgeous, but all of them were obviously men.

Facts speak louder than words, there is no doubt that Wenxuan and Song Luo have completely broken their sleeves.

Fang Mu'an was unavoidably disheartened, he followed Wenxuan and Song Luo upstairs, and complained in a low voice, "You two young masters, if you want a ladle, you can do it yourself, what are you doing with me?"

Song Luo sneered, the smile was full of contempt; Wen Xuan rolled his eyes, and deliberately ignored him.

The handyman led the three of them all the way to the backyard, and Fang Muan felt a little more at ease. The small building in front of him was completely different in style from the front, quiet and elegant without any dusty atmosphere.

The handyman knocked on the door of the small building, took the reward and left.

The melodious sound of the piano came from the second floor, which was very incompatible with the obscene music in the front yard.

Fang Muan listened to the piano one after another, while secretly praising elegance.

It turns out that Wenxuan and Song Luo are not stupid, they know that they have to be temperamental.

After the song was over, Tong'er went downstairs to answer the door.

The light in the small building shone on them as the door opened, and Fang Mu'an actually saw Song Luo's face was covered with tears.

what happened?

Could it be that the owner of the small building really missed Song Luo's arms?

Wen Xuan coughed lightly, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to Song Luo. Song Luo also knew that he had lost his composure, so he covered his face with his sleeve.

When the three of them followed Xiaotong into the door, Song Luo's nose was still red.

Fang Mu'an peeked at him from time to time, the little brat was more restrained than usual, his watery eyes, reddish face, and his aggrieved appearance made people feel pity for no reason.

Fang Mu'an sadly realized that the part of Song An in his body was about to move again, so he could only pinch himself hard, and followed upstairs with his head down.

The owner of the small building waited at the door of the bedroom to welcome the guests, and Fang Muan was greatly amazed when he saw the man.

He is about ten years old. Although his appearance is not as cute as Song Luo's, nor as coquettish as Wenxuan's, but the youthful and childishness of a boy has faded from his body, and there is no tactful sophistication at Wenxuan's age in his eyes. , the gentle and gentle temperament can't be concealed no matter what.

Anyone who sees him smile will melt their hearts.

Such a pleasing person, wouldn't he also be a young lady in this restaurant?

Wenxuan saluted his master first, "Mr. Qinglian in the troubled times is indeed well-deserved of his reputation, and I am Wenxuan who sent someone to send a name card to the young master the day before yesterday."

Lord Qinglian hurriedly bowed back and said, "I'm a lowly person, so you don't need to be polite, just call me Bai Qing."

When Song Luo heard the word "Bai Qing", his eyes couldn't help turning sore, he stood motionless for a long time, and murmured, "Brother Furen..."

Fang Muan's bones were shattered when he was listening. Although Qinglian Jun, who was called brother, was also very happy, the expression on his face was much calmer than Song Luo's, "Hongyi?"

"Yes."

Lord Qinglian stepped forward to support Song Luo, and gently patted his head, "You have grown up."

Fang Mu'an was stunned at the side, looking at Song Luo's appearance of being touched by Shunmao, Qinglian-jun was undoubtedly his young master's missed opportunity.

After Qinglian-jun touched Song Luo, she smiled at Fang Muan again, "This little brother is...?"

Fang Muan was hesitating whether to introduce himself, Song Luo glanced at him lightly, "He's not someone important, he's just my book boy."

Lord Qinglian said "Oh", and then smiled at Fang Muan, making Fang Muan's whole body soft from the smile.

This person...does he know magic...

Otherwise, he is a normal man, no matter how he is seduced by the soul.

This kind of environment, this kind of person, if he stays any longer, he will go further and further down the path of abnormality.

Fang Mu'an feared that he would avoid it, "Young master, Mr. Wen, if you go in and chat, I won't go in."

Song Luo gave him a hard look, "Where do you want to go if you don't go in?"

"I'm going out for a stroll."

Wenxuan also frowned when he heard the words, "What if I lost it while shopping?"

"I remember the way I came here. If it doesn't work, just ask the way."

While talking, people can't wait to go downstairs.

Song Luo angrily complained to Wenxuan again, but Wenxuan didn't listen, and went downstairs after Fang Muan, "Xiao'an, where are you going?"

Ann? ?

When did this new title come out?

When Wenxuan called him Xiao Song'an in the past, it was already enough to make people overwhelmed, but now he has to make an inch of it and directly omit the surname.

Fang Mu'an, a man in his 30s, really couldn't bear such a pretense of being called tender.

Wenxuan simply grabbed Fang Muan's arm, "What trick do you want to play?"

"Is it me or you who are playing tricks? You guys are reminiscing about old times and chatting on the top. I can't get in the conversation anyway, so it's better to go out and have fun."

Wenxuan's face froze, "Where are you going to play? Brothel?"

"What a ghost in the brothel, I was just walking casually on the street. I was dragged by you just now, and I didn't see any lights."

Wen Xuan turned around and said to Tong'er who was going downstairs, "Tell your son and Mr. Song, let's go out for a stroll first, and come back to pick him up later."

This!

Fang Mu'an watched Wenxuan release the pigeons, took his hand and walked out, "Where do you want to go, I will accompany you."

"I can go shopping by myself, why do I need you to accompany me?"

"I want to accompany you!"

"But I don't want you to accompany me!"

Fang Mu'an couldn't shake off his hand, and he was not as strong as others, so he could only follow along miserably, "Is it okay to put the young master there by himself?"

Wenxuan clasped his hand with ten fingers instead, "They haven't seen each other for a long time, so there must be something private to say, I can avoid it."

"Who is Mr. Bai? My young master's lover?"

Wen Xuan chuckled, "Stop talking nonsense, if you want to talk about the relationship between Bai Qing and Song Luo... probably they can only be regarded as family friends."

What kind of virtue can family friends cry when they meet?

Ghosts believe.

The two were chatting, laughing and walking towards the front hall, when they ran into a handyman leading the two guests to the backyard.

When Wenxuan saw the person coming, he quickly loosened Fang Muan's hand, and saluted with full posture, "Why is the teacher here?"

teacher?

Where did the teacher come from.

The person who can make Wenxuan so respectful must have an unusual status.

Fang Muan hurriedly dodged to stand behind Wenxuan.

Wenxuan called the teacher a middle-aged Confucian student in his 40s, with a handsome appearance and an elegant temperament. The man who came with him was in his early twenties. Didn't see people's faces clearly.

The visitors nodded to Wenxuan one after the other, and walked away quickly.

Looking at the backs of the two, Wen Xuan shook his head and smiled, and led Fang Mu'an all the way out of Nanfeng Hall.

"Who did you call teacher just now?"

"Guozijian Jijiu, Mr. Han Zehan, who was previously the Jizhou Xuezheng."

"The person who often gives you two things is that lord just now?"

"Oh."

Fang Mu'an suddenly realized, "No wonder you are respectful to him, but... why did he come to the small hall?"

Wen Xuan smiled and said nothing.

Fang Mu'an hit a soft nail, and simply asked and answered, "Is he also a hero in the Broken Sleeve Forest? Then who is that person he brought? Are you guys going to join gangs if you want a spoon?"

Wen Xuan couldn't bear to listen to his nonsense, so he knocked his head hard with his hand, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Fang Mu'an stretched out his hand to rub his head, and after only a few rubs, Wen Xuan forced his fingers to intertwine, "Don't you want to enjoy the lantern? Let's go and guess the lantern riddles."

"I don't understand ancient Chinese, guess some lantern riddles."

"You can't understand it doesn't mean Song An can't understand it. Just try his software to see if it works."

Wenxuan led Fang Muan all the way out of Flower Street, and turned to walk in the downtown area; Fang Muan was reluctant at first, but in the end he got carried away watching the excitement, ate the same snacks, guessed lantern riddles one after another, and went to the theater to watch a puppet show Watching juggling, seeing something happy, I grabbed a handful of copper coins from Wenxuan's purse and threw it as a reward.

Just as he was enjoying himself, Wen Xuan pulled him back, "I still have to pick up your young master, let's go."

Fang Mu'an smiled at Wenxuan, "Thank you, Mr. Wen, for your generosity, for taking me out to see him."

Wen Xuan was flattered by the thanks, "The sun is coming out from the west, and you can talk to me in a pleasant way?"

The author has something to say: Thank you Yan Erda for mine, (*￣3)(ε￣*)